This is the fictional memoir of a gay man, told in the first person. The memoir began with the series C'est La Vie!, which covers the years 1970-1997. This series covers the year the narrator turns 40, 1998, and launches an ambitious project to have sex with 1000 men that year. Some of the stories in this series are based on actual experiences, usually embellished a lot, as well as completely fictional ones. They depict sex between consenting adult males. If this offends you, do not read them. These are my stories. Please respect the copyright. If you enjoy them, let me know at johntheartist@hotmail.com. Please Contribute to Nifty.org and keep this wonderful resource going!
In the last chapter I told about how I had driven down the Pacific Coast Highway to LA, spent much of the night at one of the bath houses there, and the next day drove to Joshua Tree National Park where I painted for several days before heading to the gay mecca, Palm Springs. At a gay bar there I was picked up by a hot man in his 50s, Greg, who took me to his house where me made love in the hot tub and on a bed in a pavilion by the pool. I fucked him and he asked me to hang out with him for the afternoon before taking me out to dinner.
One Thousand Men: 1998 TROY
Once in the room he came over to me, put his hands on my hips and said, "I loved your kisses while the guys were giving us head, John."
"Me too," I said.
"So. Let's kiss some more," he said, planting his lips on mine and forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved from my hips to my back, pulling me to him. I responded by pushing back with my tongue, wrestling with his, and putting my hands around his shoulders, pulling his body to me.
My cock was instantly hard as soon as I pulled his body to mine, feeling his hard physique against mine through our shirts, pressing our hard cocks against each other through our jeans.
We parted briefly, and each of us struggled out of our clothes as fast as we could, until we were standing facing each other, our cocks erect and lust in our eyes.
Back with our arms around each other, our lips locked, I moved my hands down over his smooth, silky, firm ass as we ground cocks and humped each other standing up. I pulled his cheeks apart and let my hand explore his hole. He pushed back against me and I slipped my middle finger in just a little, eliciting a brief gasp and then a moan from him. I knew his ass was all mine, at least for the next couple of hours.
Arms around each other, I backed him up to the bed, and then gave him a little push so that he had to sit down. I immediately sank down to my knees on the floor in front of him. Not long ago I had watched as Jim gave him head, and I had some ideas about what he liked.
Clearly, with the size and girth of is cock, it was impossible to get all that much in my mouth at one time. I wondered if there were guys out there who could so thoroughly suppress their gag reflex that they could get him all the way in. Even so, there was a little problem called breathing!
I started the way Jim had: I took his cock gently in my hands, stroking it lightly, feeling its dimensions, caressing the sides and the bottom, following the lines of the veins on it lightly with my fingers. I pulled it to me and kissed the tip and then kissed down to the base and back up again.
I took my tongue and ran it around the edge of his glans, lapping at the sensitive place just below it on the underside. He was moaning and clearly loving what I was doing. He settled back on his elbows, and as I lapped at his cock, I looked up into his face. He smiled at me with a dreamy look of ecstasy, and I marveled at the beautiful view up over his chiseled abs and pecs to his handsome face.
I took his balls in my mouth one at a time--they were too big to do both together--and as I did, I moved my hands over his hard abs to search out his nipples, firm and erect. I massaged them gently as I rolled his balls in my mouth, one after the other, and then went back to kissing and licking my way to the top. I let my lips slip over the head of his cock and down the few inches I could get into my mouth, and rolled him on my tongue, then slowly came up again.
I took the base of his cock in my hand and started stroking up and down as I sucked on the top third or so, sometimes twisting my head around to vary the sensation. He started pumping his hips up and down slowly to match my rhythm, and his cock seemed to harden even more. He was moaning and gasping.
He pulled me off and leaned over to kiss me. "God, John, honey, you got me so close, ya gotta take it easy for a bit." I smiled back at him and went back to work.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, I kept edging him, broken with kisses, sucking and biting his nipples, running my tongue all over his smooth black torso, stroking my own cock almost to climax, and then squeezing it hard so that I would not cum. He kept making me stop, and then we would go back to the same thing again.
Finally, he pulled me up to standing said, "Lie down and let me do you." So I lay on the bed and he knelt between my legs and started to give me an incredible blowjob. Often I have gotten my best oral sex from older men who have had lots of years to practice, but sometimes there is a younger man who has real native talent, and Tory was one.
He slowly took me all the way down to my pubes, and then did the most incredible things with a combination of his tongue, cheeks and sucking hard that gave me sensations that I had not felt in a long time. Again, he edged me, like I had him, coming up between oral sessions to lie on top of me and kiss passionately, while I again probed his hot ass with a finger.
As a born bottom, Troy kept getting more and more worked up as he sucked me and then I played with is ass. Finally he said, "John, baby, I can't stand it anymore. Ya gotta fuck me now!" and he moved to my side, and laid on his stomach, raising his ass in an invitation to fuck him.
I didn't want to let him off so easy, so I moved to kneel between his legs and bent over to kiss his cheeks, and the insides of his thighs, slowly working my way toward his waiting hole. I pulled his cheeks aside, and he pushed his ass up farther off the bed. I reached under him and grabbed his hard cock and stroked him while I slowly licked my way toward his waiting ass, finally kissing him there and licking around it. Finally, I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and he pushed back against me, moaning and begging me to put my cock in him. I didn't pay any attention, but for what must have seemed an interminable five minutes I rimmed him and stroked his hard cock, stoking myself with my other hand.
"John, pleeeez!" he begged. He couldn't stand it anymore, and I was ready to consummate our new relationship too. I put my hands on his buns, and let them move slowly up over his muscular back until I was lying on him, with my cock right at his hole. I teased him by pushing slightly and backing off, then doing it again while I nibbled on his neck.
"Oh, geez, John, put it in baby!" he begged.
"You really want it?" I said coyly.
"Fuck, I think I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me now! Hard!" he said.
"You want some poppers to start?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," he gasped, "but get them fast."
I got up and went to my bag where I had a couple of bottles I had brought with me, along with a bottle of lube and some condoms. I brought them back, opened a condom, slipped it on, knelt between his legs again, squeezed a liberal helping of lube on his ass, and some on my cock, then unscrewed the top of the poppers, and lay down on his back again, kissing his neck and whispering, "Ready, Troy?"
"Please, pleaseÉ." he said softly pushing his ass back at me, as I held the bottle under his nose and he inhaled. I did the same, and as I did, I pushed into his waiting hole. He moaned a loud moan, "Oh babyÉ." turned his head sideways and our lips met as my cock slipped all the way into his ass. He had the amazing ability to relax completely so that it slipped in without any resistance. He squeezed me with his sphincter, and held me there through a long kiss.
I put the bottle of poppers in his hand, and he put his thumb over the top and I started to move slowly in and out of him and he pushed up to meet my thrusts. I didn't know how long I could last, and he seemed so desperate, that I didn't know how long he could either, even though we had both cum only a little more than an hour before when our daddies sucked us to completion.
He took another deep inhale of the poppers, and held the bottle over his shoulder for me to do the same. I slipped my hands under his chest and started pinching his nipples as I fucked him and we kissed, and he undulated, and bucked beneath me. I may have fucked him for a minute, or five--I don't know--but before long I felt the point of no return and shot a big load into the condom in his ass.
When I was done, I pulled out and he turned over and pulled me to him, kissing me all over my face and pushing his tongue into my mouth, still desperate for intimate contact. I wanted him to climax too, so I moved down to his still-hard cock, and took him in my mouth the best I could. He bucked his hips up to meet me, and in about ten quick thrusts he went over the top and started pumping a big load down my throat.
When he was done, I held his cock and cleaned him off with my tongue and then moved back up to hold him in my arms where we kissed and caressed as we both wound down. "Honey, it's gonna be a hot night, I think," he said, almost purring with pleasure.
"Yeah, it is," I said, and as we held each other, we fell asleep for about an hour, waking just in time to shower together before Greg showed up to take us to dinner.
Greg said, "What'll it be boys?"
We smiled at each other and I said, "That nice big steak you mentioned would hit the spot!"
Greg grinned and said "I bet you need it after what I'm guessing you just did."
I just turned to look at Troy in the back seat and gave him a big grin myself, and he grinned back.